A few "Odd" things about me

My family has always told me I was odd-- the “odd ball” they called me. I’ve spent some time examining this and it makes me laugh because on the spectrum of normal to strange, I think I fall a lot closer to normal. I’m quiet, reserved, cautious and very particular about certain things. For those who are curious, read on and I’ll share a few!

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Angel on the Other Side

From way back in the day: Auntie Diane on the left & my mother on the right. 

From way back in the day: Auntie Diane on the left & my mother on the right. 

I wrote this for my cousins who lost their mother a few days ago. And for my uncle who lost his partner in life, his wife. 

Angel on the Other Side

They say you’re on the other side. 
Where is that? A place so far away.
A place I can’t see. 

If you’re on the other side,
why is it that when I close my eyes, 
I’m met with memories so vivid and real. 
I can smell your skin and hear your laugh. 

This other side, it just can’t be. 
These memories are like roads
Twisting and turning
They are fast and slow
I fear I am lost. 
No matter how hard I try,
I just can’t find the other side. 

Suddenly you appear, hand on my chest. 
And then you say:
Relax my love. I’m resting in your heart. 
Beating with you and for you.
I’ll be your music and we’ll travel on together. 
Love always, your angel on the other side.

Autumn thoughts

Autumn has always been my favorite time of the year. To me Autumn means long runs through brightly colored trails, cool weather, pumpkins, and the crisp smell of the crunchy leaves beneath my feet. I wish it would last longer :)

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Slow shuttered memories

Back when I was at DINFOS (military photo school) the instructors drilled one thing (among many others) into our heads: "photography is subjective". I loved that, as an artist I loved being able to throw that word out there. Subjective was my license to shoot my way and claim "subjective" if my boss didn't like it. But I never really had that problem, people loved my work. I shot that way for a few years but when I got out of the Air Force, I did a brain dump got a non-photo job and fell into a rut. I forgot about my favorite word and started listening to people who were not photographers.

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